Date: Wed, 20 May 2009 20:23:03 +0100
From: Nick
Subject: Keeping it in the family - Part 3
WARNING: The following true story -- only the names have been changed -
contains descriptions of bisexual/incestuous activity between adult
relatives, activities which may be illegal in some jurisdictions or cause
offence against some religious beliefs. Please do not read further if you
are likely to be offended by its content or if it might be illegal in your
country!
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With all the action the previous night, I had completely forgotten to set
the alarm. I think it was Alison, still lying between Rob and I, who
stirred first. It was just before 7.30am; she woke us up and insisted on a
mutual cuddle before she allowed us lads out of the bed we all shared. By
then, her extra provocation meant that our morning woodies were well
established which provoked a comment from Alison that it was a pity to
waste them! But waste them we had to, Rob and I went naked to our
respective bathrooms. Alison hastily prepared some breakfast for us and we
were out of the house by 8.15am after a slightly emotional farewell to me
from Alison.
Rob and I chatted during the short drive to work, acknowledging the
happenings of the night before but with no real comment. He said expected
to have to visit their Birmingham office in about three weeks and as usual
would stay with Sarah and me. I was planning to be in Newcastle again is
six weeks or so and would stay with them again. I was due to catch the six
o'clock flight to Birmingham and Rob said he would drop me at the airport
on his way home that evening.
It was a busy day in the office, work only interrupted by a couple of quick
coffee stops and a strange encounter in the Gents'. I had noticed several
times that, Roger, a man of roughly my age, taller than me with fair hair
seemed to be taking a lot of interest in me. He wore a wedding ring so I
assumed it only to be a professional interest. He was standing at the
urinal when I went in. As protocol in these matters dictates, I stood a
couple of stalls down the row and took my dick out for a much needed pee.
At that point, he stepped back displaying his large, uncut member, clearly
for my attention. As I continued my business, it grew noticeably as he
stroked its full length quite gently whilst looking in my direction. When
I had finished my pee, I stepped back but playfully did not hurry to put my
cock away, making sure he would get a glimpse but didn't say anything.
Having zipped up and washed my hands, I went back to my desk and got on
with the work in hand -- no pun intended!
A couple of hours later, I needed to go to the toilet again. I was
standing at my stall when Roger came in and stood next to me. As we went
about our business, he said that several of the girls in the office fancied
me but they thought I might be gay. As a married man whose bisexual
interests were apparently well known in the office, he had been delegated
to find out! I assured him I wasn't interested in men, adding that I
wouldn't want to disappoint the girls, not being as well endowed as he was!
Laughingly, he said he had noticed that already.
Rob came about 4.15pm to take me to the airport. On the way, I mentioned
the man-in-the-stalls. "That must be Roger" Rob said, adding that he lived
near them and had something of a local reputation with both ladies and
gentlemen, though Rob didn't go in to too much detail. He said he had
spoken to Alison shortly before he picked me up; she was `in great form and
on top of the world' -- to use his phrase. They were both so glad he had
been able to unburden himself to me over the fertility issue and gave me
his heartfelt good wishes that I was not similarly afflicted. He had also
spoken to his specialist who would send me details of a colleague who
practised at the Heart of England Hospital in Solihull; when I was ready,
all I needed to do was make an appointment to see him.
My short flight was going on time that evening, for a change, so Rob just
dropped me at the departure door to the terminal, we made our goodbyes and
he went home. By 6.50pm I was driving out of Birmingham International
Airport, having left my car in the short-stay car park, only a stone's
throw from the terminal. It was expensive but my employer was good at
picking up the tab for such expenses, so who was I to complain?
Soon after seven I was home; before I could put my key in the door, it flew
open and Sarah greeted me as though I had been away for months. I could
smell the dinner cooking and sensed that this was going to be a good
evening. She had the table laid, the wine opened and said dinner would be
ready shortly. I quickly washed and got changed into `something more
comfortable' as she put it. We had a leisurely chicken dinner, lingered
over the wine and were cleared up by nine o'clock. Sarah announced she was
going to have a bath before bed. I unpacked, sorted out my papers for the
next day and decided to have a shower. We reappeared in our dressing gowns
-- in my case with nothing else -- almost simultaneously, had a night cap
and went to bed.
By the time I had checked that we were all locked up, put the lights out
and got upstairs, Sarah was already in our king size bed. The lights were
low and I could smell one of her special scented candles burning. She was
lying there with only the sheet pulled up over her spread-eagled legs, but
not so far as to hide the neatly trimmed dark bush between her legs showing
through the sheer fabric of her flimsiest nightie. Her eyes were lightly
closed and she had the slightest of smiles on her lips. After hanging my
dressing gown behind the door, now naked, I leaned over and kissed her
gently in the lips; there was no reaction. I went round the bed and pulled
her towards me so that she was lying across the bed, her head towards me,
she squealed as I kissed her harder and longer. I knelt on the bed behind
her head and started nibbling her ear lobes, then her nipples, first one,
then the other through the sheer fabric of her nightie. Suddenly, she
jumped up, undid the buttons and she was naked in a flash. She faced me
started teasing my prick and balls with her long fingers. Do as I would,
it was impossible to stop the near instant reaction of my cock to her
playful tweaking but I was determined she wasn't getting it all her own
way!
Still kneeling at her head I pushed her down on to the bed again and went
back to work on her now hardened nipples. Then I was kissing her satin
smooth belly and onwards to bury my face in her neatly trimmed bush. By
this time she was nibbling my ample foreskin, then pushing it back with her
lips and taking my growing knob into her mouth. Time to move on! I
flipped her around again and was quickly on my knees between her legs, my
head down and her thighs against my shoulders, her feet on my back, my
hands under her plump buttocks, my tongue in her crack.
I slowly licked her growing clit, up and down, round and round, all the
time trying to slow down my own rapidly building readiness. After a few
all too short minutes she started moaning gently; that was the signal, and
it had come quickly tonight! I lifted her buttocks and pulled her quickly
towards my now fully rampant manhood, its engorged knob completely exposed
by my retracted foreskin. I dived into her with one great thrust. She
screamed with pleasure and I rested for a moment in a near vain attempt to
slow down my own reaction. Together, we started pumping, in and out, in
and out, in unison, faster and faster. Almost every thrust was hitting the
target, finding her cervix; we were both building towards our inevitable
climax with every stroke. I was holding off as long as I could, then
suddenly I had to let go.
A great spurt of semen shot from my now rock-hard prick, right into her
womb. At the same moment, Sarah screamed with pleasure as her own orgasm
released itself as spurts of semen from my cock grew weaker and weaker. We
collapsed into a heap, puffing and panting like a steam train, my dick
still pulsating in her red-hot love chute. I was kissing her all over,
belly, breasts, lips, then back to her love chute, licking the juices and
tonguing her still rigid clitoris, sliding my body over hers, lubricated by
the sweat of our love-making. Then she was pulling me upwards. As I knelt
astride her belly, I felt her bush tickling my ass.
She sat up, I leaned forward. She took my softening prick into her mouth
and sucked it clean of her juices and mine. She took my balls, one at a
time into her mouth and gave them the most exquisite licking. I turned
around and knelt again at her head for her to repeat the performance while
I licked her clean between the legs. Our breathing had calmed, I turned
and we lay alongside each other in a close embrace. We kissed long and
deep and hard, then fell back exhausted!
All the way home on the plane, I had been wondering how I would tell her
about Alison. That was just a fuck, tonight I had made love. It was not
one of the longest sessions we had had in our three years of marriage but
certainly one of the most intense. Suddenly, as I was dozing off Sarah
said "Nick, I didn't tell you that I was speaking to Alison about Rob on
Sunday, did he tell you anything?"
This was it, "He told me that he could not father the children they wanted,
if that is what you mean." I did not elaborate.
"Alison said they had explored all the options", Sarah said, "They can't
have in-vitrio, they don't fancy an anonymous sperm donation, so I
suggested to her that you should do it. Alison said that yesterday was
about her optimum time and I told her to shag you if Rob agreed."
He obviously did! I confessed! I told her that Rob had made noisy love to
Alison first. Then she had come to my room, found me naked in bed and
practically raped me. Sarah laughed and said "And then she sucked your
prick dry and licked your balls clean, I suppose?"
"You put her up to that!"
"She wanted to know if you had any particular fetishes. When I told her,
she said Rob liked just the same things as you. Brothers, who would have
`em! " I told her that as soon as we had finished, Rob joined us in bed
and we slept as a threesome, naked as the day we were born. Sarah liked
that touch. We laughed about the over sleeping and the wasted woodies next
morning. "There will be no wasted woodie tomorrow!" she said promisingly.
We had our arms around each other, lying relaxed, side by side and I
decided that now was the time to tell her what Rob had told me, that he
feared I might have his problem. She listened quietly, sensing my own deep
concern. I told her he suggested I should see the specialist at the Heart
of England Hospital and that he was arranging a referral.
"I suspect that won't be necessary," she said, "after we decided a couple
of weeks ago that it was time to make babies, I had my IUD taken out last
week. Yesterday was midway between my periods, we made love twice at the
weekend and again today, if I am not pregnant, your chopper is a banana!"
I wasn't sure that `we' had `decided', but I let that go. "But I might
have the same problem as Rob ...."
"You haven't! Alison told me a couple of months ago what they suspected
about Rob and that it might also affect you. Do you remember when I said I
thought I might have a problem with the coil and made you use a condom?
Well, I got Heather to analyse the contents. Your spunk is perfectly
normal, you are as right as rain, in fact you have a very high sperm
count!"
I had forgotten that her best friend worked in the pathology lab at the
local hospital. "You mean you had it analysed ...., you mean you've been
keeping secrets from me? You and Alison might be pregnant, by me, the same
week?"
"Well, you never know. You did want a baby, didn't you? Now Rob and
Alison might get one too -- BOGOF!" she said and we laughed together.
"They have been trying hard for three years ..."
"Four", I interrupted, only to get a playful slap across my face.
"... and now they shall have one or you have my permission to try again!"
"Watch it, or I shall try again right now" I replied, only half in jest.
"Right now, you are going to make us a hot drink and bring it back here.
We will relax together and sleep soundly. What time do you have to be at
work in the morning?"
I went off to the kitchen, naked -- that would have stop when we had kids
-- and by the time I had made the drinks and got back to the bedroom, Sarah
was dozing off. She woke long enough to take a few sips; the rest was cold
by morning. I drank mine, had a pee -- apparently ninety percent of men
need to take a leak after a good shag -- went back to bed, put an arm round
Sarah and was asleep in no time.
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To be continued - soon!